"Black skin is thick and lush, sensuous to the touch, like satin and velvet made flesh. There's only one patch of skin on a white man's body that remotely compares to nearly every inch of a black man's skin. The first time I caressed black skin, it felt like a luxury I shouldn't be able to afford..."

This is a very very old article from one old hag of a mudshark. She prefers black men because they are the only one who would bestow such attention on the totally unattractive beast. Keep in mind that she is ready to give it up to any black man she meets the same night as evidenced from her french kissing session with the black man in a cab.

In this picture you can see she is attached to a barely functioning retard of a negro.

Huh. This article was one of the first articles that helped to get me moving towards my current beliefs and to seeking out a website like SF. Although I've never been able to read through the whole article or even half of it.

She also posted another article three years later:

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A thug named Mykul—all 6-foot-5-inches and 250 pounds of him—knocked me, a 5-foot-2, 120-pound “grammy” to three, down to the concrete. I was in front of St. Nick’s Pub, at 10:30 on a Monday night this past May, when he stole my handbag, a beautiful green snakeskin bag and all its contents, including more cash than I’d carried in Harlem—ever. People I knew from the pub stood and watched.

Mykul was so sure of his protected status as a thug in the ‘hood that he ambled away cradling my bag in his arm like a football. Amused that he didn’t even have to run, he grinned back at me lying on the pavement. My romance with the ghetto was over; and like every ill-conceived romance built at least partially on illusion, it was destined to end with a bang. I wasn’t expecting a head bang.